"Look, if you had one pot, or one opportunityTo eat all the spaghetti you ever wanted in one momentWould you capture it or just let it slip through your fork?YoHis palms are penne, knees meat, arms spaghettiAdd meatballs to the spaghetti, mom's secret recipeHe's nervous, but on the surface mom's spaghetti looks ready for meatballsbut he eats all the spaghetti, he can choke down,the whole crowd goes spaghettiHe opens his mouth, but spaghetti won't come outHe's cooking now, everybody's cooking nowThe clock's run out, dinner is over, bloah!Snap back to spaghetti, spaghetti is gravityOP goes Rabbity, he chokedHe's so mad, but he won't give up thatSpaghetti, noHe won't have it , he knows spaghetti looks like little ropesIt don't matter, it's dopeHe knows that, but he's brokeHe loves spaghetti he knowsWhen he goes back to his mobile kitchen, that's when it'sBack to spaghetti again, yoThis whole rap's spaghettiHe better grab spaghetti fast and hope he don't spill it[Hook:]You better lose yourself in the pasta, lasagnaSpaghetti, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to eatThis spaghetti only comes once in a lifetime yo(You better)Spaghetti is escaping, through his mouth that is gapingThis spaghetti's mine for the takingMake me more, as we move toward a, new spaghetti orderA normal meal is boring, but spaghetti's awesomeBoil til it's softer, the water grows hotterHe blows on it to cool it off a bit fasterCoast to coast meals, he's known as spaghetti eaterLonely roads, spaghetti knowsHe's grown wheat from home, he's no farmerHe goes home and barely knows how to boil waterBut hold your nose 'cause this sauce here has spoiledHis hoes don't want him no more, his dinner's foiledThey moved on to the next schmoe who cooksHe nose dove and sold pastaSo the cookbook has told and slams closedI suppose it's old spaghetti but it still tastes awesomeDa da dum da dum da daNo more games, I'ma change what you call spaghettiTear this motherfreaking pot of pasta off the stoveI was cooking in the beginning, the dinner's all readyIt's been chewed up and spit out and still looks goodBut I kept cooking and stepped right into the next kitchenBest believe somebody's payin for this spaghettiAll the pain inside amplified by spaghettiCause I can't get by without spaghettiAnd I can't provide the right type of sauce for this spaghettiCause man, these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ food stamps don't buy spaghettiAnd it's no movie, there's no Chance of Meatballs, this is my spaghettiAnd these times are so soft, and my spaghetti's even softerTrying to cook and eat my spaghetti, plusTeeter totter caught up between being a farmer and a pasta cookerBaby mama drama's screaming spaghetti andThere's not enough for me to wannaShare with her, another day without spaghettiHas gotten me to the point, I'm starving nowI've got to formulate a recipe or end up straved and deadSpaghetti is my only motherfreaking option, lasagna's notSpaghetti, I love you, but this parmesan's got to goI cannot grow old eating my spaghetti coldSo here I go it's my dish.Sauce fail me not, this may be the only spaghetti that I got[Hook]You can make any spaghetti you set your mind to, man."